Victory!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Thanks.
Appreciate it.
Round up everybody. It's a go.
I heard it's a go tonight.
Stay here at the hotel till Johnson returns to his room.
Then get him.
For the vice president.
Whoa.
- You got the gun? - I do, but it's been jamming, David.
Here.
I'll need it back for hunting.
I prefer shooting.
Hey.
The medicine.
Why am I killing this guy again?
He's the secretary of state.
Which state?
Are you doing this or not?
Medicine for the secretary of state.
Did Dr. Verdi mention a delivery? Na--
Help!
Help.
Freddie?
Get off of him! Get off--
Help us!
Help me! Help! Help us!
Please, somebody, help us!
Murder!
Someone help us, please!
- Please. - Hyah. Go.
Help!
- David? David? - There's been an attack.
Help us.
Murder. Murder!
President Lincoln.
It's the president.
- What is it? - There's been a break-in at Seward's.
What? Was anyone hurt?
The messenger didn't know much.
Tell Eckert to meet me there.
I'll come with you.
No. Find Eckert.
- I heard everything. - Hell. Poor Bill.
First the carriage accident, and now this.
And I was just there.
So, now you check on break-ins?
It's Bill. He would check on me.
Have you ever met a problem you could delegate?
This boy's as tyrannical as the president.
Whoa.
Can you handle it?
They assigned me to a scene shift.
You will make sure you look after my stallion as agreed.
How am I supposed to be two places at once?
Listen, I was born with chances to be somebody.
How many chances you got?
I'll be at the saloon till it's time for the big punch line.
He'll be ready for you.
Whoa.
How many vandals were there?
They're all saying it was one man.
Was someone hurt?
Secretary Seward was stabbed.
You call for medics?
Surgeon's upstairs with the secretary now.
Freddie...
what happened?
- Edwin. - We had to sedate him.
He didn't take his watch. He didn't take my jewelry.
He came straight for my father.
Why would anyone butcher a defenseless, injured old man in his bed?
If it weren't for the brace, he would have hit an artery.
You read them.
Yeah, we're down to raisins.
Let me know when there's news from Appomattox.
We're on pins and needles with you, sir.
I should write. We're so close to triumph, who could work?
When you say we're down to raisins, where did you get that from?
Never heard of it.
When I was a child, I went to a little girl's birthday party,
and she had too much of her cake, and she spent the afternoon vomiting.
So the doctor was sent for, and he asked the parents,
"What was the first thing she ate that day?"
We're down to raisins.
Talking of which, tell Grant I don't give a damn about his headache.
- I need news from Appomattox. - I'll try him again.
Well, to finish the story, when the doctor had left, he said,
"It's nothing concerning. You'll know she's done being sick
when she gets down to the raisins."
So sure enough, we all gathered round.
The last time that little girl retched, we had a puddle of raisins.
News from Grant?
Not Appomattox. Sherman expects to have news about Raleigh shortly.
Secretary Stanton, time for your exam?
No, not now.
Avoiding me doesn't cure asthma.
He's about to negotiate a lasting peace with Cain and Abel, so you let it rest.
I need to know if they have the terms of surrender.
Here we go.
Is that him?
Mr. President.
Lee has surrendered at Appomattox. He has accepted our terms fully.
We did it. We won.
Well done.
Eckert. Tell the Cabinet, tell Congress.
Send the following words to the press.
General Lee and his army surrendered today, April 9th, 1865.
The Confederacy is dead.
The Union is saved.
Send it.
Cain and Abel made amends.
See your doctor.
Don't go too far.
I have no patience for this.
Mr. Secretary. How are you feeling?
- Ask me that when I haven't jumped-- - Jumped from a crashing carriage.
There's news.
You did very well today. More later?
Yeah.
- Secretary Stanton. - Fanny.
What news?
It's over.
I lived to see the day.
Tell me everything you know.
They had to accept the terms of their defeat from an officer
of the Seneca Tribe.
- Oh, my. - Yeah.
- That's good. - And it gets better.
Lee's army was without a white flag.
So they surrendered to us with a dish towel.
Don't make--
I'll draft a press release for the international community.
But we should refrain from claiming a conclusive blow
until every major general knows the fight is over,
and their side has accepted it.
The press already know.
I've ordered cannon fire, illumination.
Everyone is ready to celebrate, Bill.
Lee surrendered.
Lee and his followers can be extremists.
Bill, celebrate. We won the damn thing.
I'll celebrate when they show us no more bloodshed.
Do I know you from somewhere?
John Wilkes Booth.
Booth. That's it.
I've seen you in some of those side roles of the long fights.
That's where I know you from. Very good to meet you.
- Likewise. - Yeah.
Say, you look smaller in person.
But the women you must meet.
You know, I can't be seen some places.
These poor fans will tear my clothes right off.
These women, they see me on stage, and I don't know what comes over them,
but they think they know me.
You like the stage?
Do I like the stage? Well, you move around a lot.
Do the same lines, eight shows a week.
It's a pretend life.
What's that? I can barely hear you. The liquor's flying off the shelves.
Let 'em celebrate. They'll be sorry by next Easter
when they realize they've given away their whole country to niggers.
Thanks to Lincoln.
- You know he's a fan of yours. - Yes.
Yes, I've read that.
No, he told me.
I guard him when he requests it. Like tonight.
Wait, so you left the play?
He doesn't need me once everyone's seated.
Jessie.
Hey, say, you got any mail for me?
- I will take a look. - Good man.
Good man. Can I ask you something? How come I'm not up there?
Your show closed.
Yeah, but-- Yeah, my pa and brother, they're always up.
They are legends.
Here. You did have some post.
Thank you.
Lucky guy.
What's the patriotic fuss for?
President Lincoln is attending Our American Cousin tonight.
If it be not now...
yet it will come.
The readiness is all.
You, sir, are an honest chap.
- Well, thank you. - We'll have another!
This is on me. I like you. I like you a lot.
I appreciate the hospitality.
Hey, cheers.
You won't mind me saying,
I think you'd be much more famous, like your brother or your pa,
if you played the heroes. Why don't you?
You know, tomorrow,
I'm gonna be more famous than anyone in my family.
Yeah?
I'm gonna be the most famous man in the whole world.
- Really? What show you in? - Yes, sir.
Our American Cousin.
Why I ain't seen you on stage?
I haven't made my entrance yet.
God bless America.
Miss Mary Meredith! I'm delighted.
Delighted?
Yes, you both look tickled to death.
Now, some gals and mothers would go away from a fellow
when they found out, but you don't value fortune, Miss Gusty.
My love, you had better go.
No, you crave affections, you do.
Now, I've no fortune, but I'm spilling over with affections.
Now I'm ready to pour out all over you,
like apple sass over roast pork.
Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect that you are addressing my daughter
and in my presence.
Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand as she wants them.
Peanuts, got a scene shift. Need you to watch this horse.
I restock the lobby now.
Whose horse is it anyway?
Why don't you mind your business, you half-breed mongrel?
Just watch the horse like I said.
...with nothing in 'em.
Augusta, dear, to your room.
Yes, Ma. The nasty beast.
I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to
- the manners of good society... - Manners of good society.
...and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence
of which you have been guilty.
Don't know the manners of good society, hey?
Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal.
- You sockdologizing old man-trap. - Sockdologizing old man-trap.
Freedom for the South!
Sic Semper Tyrannis!
Someone shot the president!
We have a man murdered!
He's the one who did it!
Stop him! He shot the president!
That way. Out the back.
- Hurry! - Stop him, damn it!
Let me out!
He shot the president!
Sir, what if--
- Hyah! - He shot the president!
Stop him!
Will the secretary live?
The footman found this.
The assailant was wearing that.
What did he look like?
About my age.
No. I'd say he's younger.
How did he break in?
I swear I didn't mean to let him past me. He said he had medicine with him.
He came through the front door?
He had a genuine pharmacy box.
Seemed legitimate, so I didn't think he was dangerous.
Is the president still at the play?
- I think so. It's a long play. - Who did we send with him?
- Parker. - Okay. Organize a search party.
If Bell can travel, take him with you.
Hey.
Whoa.
The bridge closed at 9:00.
- Yeah, I gotta pass, you understand? - I understand closed means closed.
No, sir, I gotta pass now! This is the only way to my destination.
And I said the bridge closed at 9:00.
Sir, I gotta pass right now.
And I gotta please my wife every night and make sure my daughter marries a baron.
Look. I--
I promised my fiancée that I would visit her tonight.
You should've left before 9:00.
Let me ask you something. You ever disappoint a lady?
What's your name?
It's embarrassing. You may have heard of it.
Booth?
My wife, she loves watching you on that stage
- doing all that fake fighting you do. - Yes.
I can't believe I didn't recognize you.
You're so much smaller in person.
Yeah.
So, can I...
Yep. Come on.
I loved Hamlet.
Hey! Giddap.
Hey! Whoa.
Parker.
- The president's been shot. - Shot? Who shot him?
Witnesses are saying it was John Wilkes Booth.
- The actor? - Yeah, John Wilkes Booth.
Wait a minute. Witnesses say? Where were you?
Parker, where were you?
Sir. Will the president live, sir?
Go home, folks. Play's over. Go home.
Sir. Edwin Stanton, Secretary of War.
Sir.
- What is the disturbance? - Go to your beds.
- There's nothing to see here. - What is the disturbance?
Edwin?
How could you let him go to the play?
- The war only ended five days ago. - No, Robert.
- You pushed him to-- - Robert. Where is he?
Freeing Negroes and offering them the vote was too much too fast.
- Robert, where is he? - What did you think would happen?
I'm telling you, he needs his wife. He needs his wife!
- I'm right here. - Ma'am, please listen to me.
- Men are trying to help him. - I'm here.
- No. They have to-- - We don't have time for this.
No, please. He has to-- He's going-- He's--
- Oh, no. - Mary.
You! Where were you, Parker?
You left him!
You were supposed to watch him. This is your fault, Parker.
You incompetent-- If he dies--
- If my husband dies-- If Abe-- - I'm truly sorry, ma'am.
- Parker. - Oh, God.
Have I given my husband to die?
Mary.
I've given him to die.
- I've given my husband to die. - Robert, take your mother home.
Home. If he dies, I won't have a home.
- Mary-- - You can't let Johnson be sworn in.
You can-- Why didn't Booth kill me?
Why didn't Booth kill me?
- Why didn't Booth kill me, Edwin? - Mary, stop it, okay?
This is no time for hysterics.
- Robert, take her out of here. - Let's go home. Lower your voice.
- Mary. - I don't wanna leave him.
People will talk.
Edwin Stanton.
- Sir? - What?
We have a man in custody.
He's a carriage mechanic.
A German immigrant.
And he was laying in wait at the Kirkwood Hotel
for the vice president.
Does he know Booth?
Well, he claims Booth tasked him with killing Johnson.
But he lost his nerve.
Where's Johnson?
In his room.
Lock down the city.
Assign protection to the Cabinet and the Court.
They tried to topple us?
Yeah.
Hello?
It's me. It's me.
Davey.
You did it?
Davey, I literally broke a leg.
It's done.
And Powell? How's Powell?
He did it? He's all right?
I think so.
Hyah.
Hyah. Come on.
Time of death: 7:22 a.m.
Now he belongs to the angels.
Eckert... send these words to the press.
Abraham Lincoln...
died this morning 22 minutes after 7:00.
The president of these United States...
has been assassinated.
We need a second drawer for death threats.
No. Hopefully one of the last.
You're happy. What happened?
We have the votes for Reconstruction.
I could not have done this without you.
- The Thirteenth's as good as ratified now. - Yes!
Where-- So, where should we start?
We should expand aid to freedpeople immediately.
To distribute land, food and medicine to colored families, and fast.
Rebel prisoners. All right, your plan or mine?
- Can we talk about that tomorrow? - Okay. All right.
I'm taking Mary to see Our American Cousin at Ford's tonight.
I'd like you to join us with Ellen.
What happened to Grant?
Friends thou hast, and their adoption tried.
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
Unless they'd rather take a train to New Jersey over my company.
He went home?
Yeah, he claims he wanna wake up in his house with his children.
I'm hardly one to begrudge a paternal instinct,
but I'm fortune's fool to have spare tickets
and no one important to share 'em with.
Come to a play, Mars.
I'd pay to see you laugh.
Abe, you know what I'm gonna say.
Wow, those more death threats coming?
Well, if they wanna kill me, they would've done it
when we issued the Proclamation, or when I won a second term,
or the inauguration.
Let's laugh and forget ourselves.
Come on, Mars.
Take your wife out before she forgets your face.
- Abe, no. - No. All right.
- All right. Give me my ball. - Abe.
Enough. Now I gotta spend the night with Mary's friends.
You owe me.
Yeah.
Send somebody with him.
Yeah.
This is the best we could do on short notice.
Well, in his heart, he was still a rail-splitter.
You can bring it in.
Bring it in.
I should have a photograph from the run he did here a few weeks ago.
But if you're war secretary,
how come you don't assign a task like this to a clerk?
You got a little brother?
You let him solve your problems?
My lady says I never met a challenge I could delegate.
Secretary, was it your responsibility to protect the commander in chief?
Sanford Conover of the New-York Tribune. D.C. desk.
This is a crime scene.
The first American president was assassinated on your watch.
How?
You need to leave, or I'll have you arrested.
Is there no longer a free press?
You care more about the rights of the Negro than men like us?
I care about the country we were about to repair.
Is that possible now?
You want a story, Conover?
Get Brady.
Tell him to photograph this theater like a battlefield.
And then meet me at Petersen's.
Here you are.
What's he known for besides his family?
You've never seen him perform?
I'm not much of a theater man.
Booth plays supporting roles,
but audiences mostly know him for his stunts.
Especially now, I'm afraid.
Witnesses saw someone give chase.
Tall man sitting in the front row.
Seems to be the only one who thought to go after him.
We're looking for him.
How does a well-known actor commit murder in front of an audience
of 1,500 people...
and escape?
Booth performed here recently, right?
Yep.
He knows the staff.
Were you here last night?
I was out back.
What's your name?
Joseph Burroughs,
but everyone calls me "Peanuts."
You see Booth get away?
He left on horseback.
What did Booth's horse look like?
Brown.
Just brown?
A white star on his face.
You see which way he rode?
Down H Street.
To Anacostia.
That's the Navy Bridge.
Unless he stopped for a beer, he's in Maryland.
City horse he was riding.
It's gonna need some horse feed soon.
We'll release a description of the horse.
And let's ban horse feed in Maryland. Maybe we can slow him down.
Did anyone help Booth escape?
I had no idea whose horse that was.
He made me guard Booth's getaway horse.
Who did?
Ned.
Look, I had no idea that he was gonna try to...
Booth clubbed me with a dagger.
I tried to stop him, but...
You're not in trouble, and I believe you.
Who's Ned?
Ned Spangler.
He's a friend of Booth's.
He held the door open for him.
Ned Spangler?
US War Department.
- Hell. - Come on. Get him.
- I had nothing to do with it! - Move.
I never asked.
I just work at the theater.
Is that why you held the door open for him?
Who told you that?
Go! Get in there.
Well, this will disturb people.
They should be.
How large is the manhunt for Booth?
Tell your readers that we will find,
capture and prosecute John Wilkes Booth to the fullest extent of the law.
Has Booth triggered a new civil war where we have to prepare
for surprise attacks by civilians?
We united the states, and we still have the laws
and institutions we need to protect our democracy.
Secretary, one last thing.
Last night, people told me they were afraid.
What if Booth weakened our democracy?
Booth is an anomaly.
This is America.
We replace our presidents with elections, not with coups.
Whoa.
- My leg! - Okay.
- My leg. - You're all right.
Ready?
One, two, three.
Goddamn it!
I can splint that, but if you don't stay off it,
you might end up on a surgeon's table.
Stay off it for how long?
Fractured tibia requires about two months lying around.
Not sure you got that.
Johnny. Doc's paper arrived. You're front-page news.
Hey.
I always read my reviews.
More whiskey, doc.
Hey. Now.
"Lincoln." Of course.
"Lincoln. Lincoln. Our beloved President Lincoln."
Wait a minute.
It says here I'm a symbol of the cause.
I'm a symbol, Davey.
Dr. Mudd take he coffee now.
Usually tell me how to address his patients.
What should I call you?
You can call me "sir."
What's your name, girl?
Mary.
You don't look like any virgin I've ever seen.
I don't know what you mean by that.
Yes, you do.
How you take your coffee, sir?
Have your brother make a splint.
He just finished working on that new latrine you asked for.
He'll work as long as things take, won't he?
Didn't I teach him a lesson last year?
Dear God. I hope I don't have to teach you the same.
No, sir.
Let him hold your hand.
I don't need it.
Fair enough.
- Ready? One. - I'm here.
Two.
Three.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the actual mask.
It was a mold taken of Lincoln's face two months before he passed away.
This is the actual playbill of the performance that he attended
when he was shot by this individual here. He was murdered.
- Excuse me. - What do I get for these relics?
Sir, that was the sconce that was hanging in the room.
I actually took that off the wall.
It was burning.
Have you no shame?
Get out of here.
Get out of here now!
All of you, go home.
- Go! Go home. - Go on!
Get outta here! Move!
Get out! Go on! Go home!
I want men stationed on this street to keep these people away,
out of these buildings.
Yes, sir.
Move! Keep on moving. I don't wanna see you around here.
Gonna lay down my burdens
Down by the riverside
- Down by - Down by the riverside
- Oh, down by - Down by the riverside
Gonna lay down my burdens
Down by the riverside
Study war no more
- I ain't gonna study - War no more
- Well, I ain't gonna study - War no more
Well, I ain't gonna study war no more
Eckert?
It's code.
Yeah, and it could be Richmond.
Montreal?
Booth playing spy games.
I don't know this pattern.
Let's see what else we can find.
He left the bankbook.
Deposited $500.
Which bank?
Montreal.
It's the same one the Confederate Secret Service uses
to launder money.
It's just a single deposit?
They don't just use that bank.
They control it.
I saw you have the thought.
It's equivocal.
And what if we find hard evidence?
What if the Confederacy is behind the assassination?
I'd have to start another war.